Walking Through Savannah

Sunday evening:

Air B&B a few blocks south of downtown – it’s called the ‘Haint House.’ It’s painted blue to keep the ghosts out. Reminds them of water, you see, and they avoid water. Must have worked, because we didn’t see any haints. Or maybe they just didn’t want to be seen.

Coffee and tea at Foxy Loxy – funky!

On to Forsyth Park – fountains, old buildings.

Through the squares – more old buildings, omg, the architecture!

Dinner at the Flying Monk Noodle Bar – mobbed, worth the wait.

Savannah College of Art and Design – huge presence and positive energy in this town.

The riverfront – buzz! Savannah people in general are eclectic, eccentric, diverse, super friendly, tradition minded, innovative and a little crazy.

Out to the Isle of Hope to see Wormsloe – you approach it via an ancient driveway, a mile and a half long. Old trees on either side form an archway that extends the whole way and culminates at the ruin of an old compound built by some 18th century grandee. All the tourists except us drove their cars out and back. Did we drive? We did not! It was frikkin’ hot too.

On to the museums: the Jepson is very modern and bright, the Telfair is an old mansion. To me, they epitomized the dichotomy that is Savannah: it is beautiful, but it was built on the backs of slaves. A very deep and complex place it is.

Out to Tybee Island – saw the lighthouse, got some food at a farmer’s market, swam in the ocean as the moon came up. Most refreshing!

Back downtown for pizza, back to the Haint House for sleep.

Tuesday:

Breakfast at Foxy Loxy, our neighborhood spot, more walking downtown.

E Shavers Bookseller – what a find! Well worth an hour or two.

Back to the mountains. We got lost an hour from home. It was the detour’s fault, honest! Paula and her phone’s GPS (God Positioning System) put us right soon enough, and we arrived at our cabin tired but in high spirits indeed.